Date: Tue, 5 Jul 2011 05:54:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D
Subject: Love Unlocked - 15 (Revised)
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and as such is a product of my
imagination. It is not and should not be thought of as a record of actual
events. Any similarity between my characters and real people is merely a
coincidence. The story will include descriptions of sexual activity between
teen boys. If material of this kind might offend you or if you are not of
legal age, then stop reading. All others please enjoy! You are welcome to
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Love Unlocked - 15
The truck carrying the pine seedlings arrived right after breakfast. Cole
wasn't too sure what he expected, but he was surprised when he saw it was a
heavy duty pick up loaded with stacks of rectangular cardboard boxes.
"Where's the trees?" Sammy asked Mike, just before Cole could ask himself.
"Look inside," Mike smiled.
Sammy lowered the tailgate and climbed into the truck. He tugged at the top
of one of the boxes and after a minute of struggling managed to pull it
off. Inside, there was row after row of green shoots in bundles of about a
dozen. The roots of each bundle were sealed in a clear plastic pouch. Cole
could see each pouch was moist.
"They're so little," Sammy said, raising a bundle to show the other kids.
"Just like you!" One of the County kids joked.
Sammy gave him a `fuck you' look, but that hadn't stopped the other kids
from laughing.
"Okay, let's get started," Mike broke up the gathering.
Cole climbed up and joined Sammy in the bed of the truck. The two of them
handed the boxes down to the waiting boys. Mike directed the kids to a spot
under a tall oak tree at the edge of the meadow where the boxes were neatly
stacked.
When the truck was empty, Cole and Sammy jumped down.
"Now what?" Sammy asked.
Mike opened the door to the crew cab and pulled out a duffle
bag. "Everybody grab one of these," he said and unzipped the thing.
Cole reached in and pulled out a small hand tool. It had a garden shovel on
one end, a three tine claw on the other with a wooden grip in the middle.
Mike squatted down and the boys watched as he cleared sticks, leaves, and
other debris away from a patch of ground about the size of his hand using
the claw end. Then he turned the tool around and dug a small hole with the
scoop. He pulled a seedling from one of the bundles, stood it up in the
hole, and used his free hand to push the loose soil in around it and tamp
it down.
"Easy as one, two, three," Mike beamed.
"How many of these things are there?" Miller whined.
Cole rolled his eyes. Some things never changed, and Miller's attitude
seemed to be one of them.
"A thousand," Mike said as he stood up.
About a third of the boys groaned.
"I'll show you where they go," Mike said, heading for the field.
* * * *
Cole didn't think his back could stand another minute of this, he was in
agony. Four hours of bending over and planting seedlings had taken its
toll.
Mike had positioned the crew in a long line, each boy twenty feet from his
neighbor. The guys would each plant a tree and then move forward a few feet
and plant another. The result was row after row of seedlings slowly making
their way across the meadow.
The sun was warm, too warm actually, and the sweat was rolling down Cole's
back. He considered taking his shirt off, but Mike had warned doing that
was just asking for a sunburn. Cole decided he didn't need that on top of
sore muscles.
* * * *
The lunch break seemed way too short, but Cole was glad to be able to sit
in the shade for awhile. There wasn't much talking as the boys saved their
strength for the afternoon.
Cole tried to do the math in his head. He guessed the twelve kids and four
adults had managed to plant about ten trees apiece per hour. He figured
that meant another three hours or so to finish planting all thousand of the
things.
"Hey, Mike, did you say we were going to be here a couple of days?"
"Yeah," Mike said as he stretched out on the ground.
"What are we going do tomorrow? We'll be done with this by supper, right?"
Mike pulled his cap down over his face as if about to go to
sleep. "There'll be another truck in the morning."
This time everyone groaned.
"Fuck that!" Miller mumbled.
Mike pushed his cap back up and stared at the kid. "Keep it up, and you and
I are going to have a come to Jesus meeting."
Miller just stared at him.
* * * *
Cole was glad Mike had let the boys vote on whether they would have a
campfire that night. They all had voted `no' and eagerly headed to their
tents early. He was sure they felt the same way he did, worn out, and dead
tired.
"God, my whole body hurts!" Cole complained as he stretched out on his back
on his sleeping bag.
"You got that right," Pablo agreed, flopping down next to him.
Cole closed his eyes and tried to relax, but after a few minutes, he found
it wasn't working. The ache in his back just wouldn't quit. A little later
he rolled to his side and propped his head up. "Can I ask you something?"
Pablo looked over, "yeah, what?"
"My back hurts so bad, would you, like, maybe, give me a back rub?"
Pablo gave Cole a curious look.
"That's all, nothing weird or anything, I swear!" Cole didn't want Pablo to
think he was trying to get in his pants.
Pablo looked like he was wondering if Cole was telling the truth. "You
gonna give me one back?"
Cole smiled, "yeah, sure, no problem."
* * * *
Cole quickly stripped off his shirt, rolled onto his stomach, and waited
for Pablo to straddle him. Cole closed his eyes when Pablo's hands started
to knead the flesh of his shoulders and then slowly work their way down his
back toward his waist.
"Hold on," Cole mumbled. "There's some lotion in my pack."
Pablo climbed off, rummaged around and pulled out the cream. He got back in
position and squirted a line across Cole's shoulders and started to rub it
in. Cole smiled at how light Pablo felt as he sat on him.
"Oh, fuck, that's nice," Cole sighed softly when Pablo's hands moved down
his back.
Pablo slowly worked a muscle group until the knots relaxed. Then he moved
on.
Cole thought about how nice Pablo's hands felt against his skin. Tony had
sometimes given him a back rub after they'd had sex. He'd enjoyed the feel
of Tony's strong hands working him over. Just thinking of those times
caused Cole's dick to stiffen. He reached under himself and adjusted the
growing lump.
As Pablo continued, Cole thought about Tony again. He realized that sooner
or later he needed to tell Pablo about him. They had been friends for far
too long to keep that kind of a secret. He decided that now was as good a
time as any.
Pablo?" he whispered.
"Yeah?"
"Remember last night...I told you I did some stuff...you know, with guys?"
Pablo's hands stopped for a moment. "Yeah," his voice was tentative and
questioning.
"I want to tell you about it."
Pablo worked on Cole's right shoulder. "Okay, I guess."
"The first day I was locked up, they made me strip, take a shower, and then
a guard stuck his finger up my butt, probably looking for drugs or
something."
"Yeah, they did that to me, too," Pablo said softly.
"The next morning at breakfast, this one kid, Tony, told me that he won me
in a card game, and I was his bitch."
Pablo's hands stopped again.
"He told me I had to meet up with him in the shower room or he'd kick my
ass."
Pablo rubbed Cole's back a moment longer, but then crawled off and lay down
next to him. Cole couldn't meet Pablo's eyes and he guessed Pablo couldn't
meet his, either. The tough part was still to come.
"What happened?" Pablo whispered.
"When I got there, he had four other guys with him. I knew I didn't have a
choice." Cole turned his head to look at Pablo, who was staring straight
ahead. "He made me get on my knees, and then he stuck his dick in my
mouth."
Pablo turned to look at Cole. They stared at one another for half a minute.
"I didn't want to, but that didn't matter. That was my first time, and I
hated it!"
The look in Pablo's eyes told Cole he understood. Cole figured that
something similar had probably happened to him as well.
"Did he do other stuff to you?"
Cole nodded, "Yeah, later on."
Pablo lowered his eyes.
"I can't explain it, but after a few days of stuff like that it didn't seem
so bad." Cole paused. "Then, well, after a while, I started to like it."
Cole's voice caught as he sucked in a breath. "I liked it!" Cole repeated.
Pablo looked at him again, no doubt wondering what he was really trying to
say.
Cole's heart was pounding. He knew he had to say it. "Pablo, I found out I
was gay." Cole looked for a reaction but didn't see one, "Tony ended up
being my boyfriend."
Pablo's eyes widened when Cole said the word `boyfriend', but he didn't say
anything.
"Don't hate me, okay?"
Pablo seemed to think for a minute. "So does this mean you want to put the
moves on me?"
Cole chuckled. "Nah, you're cute, but not my type."
"Guys have a type?"
"Yeah, you're a twink."
Pablo looked confused.
"Little guys like you, all smooth and stuff, and then there are athletes,
muscle guys, hairy guys, all kinds."
"What type is Tony?"
"He's tall, lean, a basketball player kind of guy, with big hands."
Pablo laughed, "Big hands, huh?"
Cole caught on to what he was thinking. "Yeah, he's big everywhere."
Pablo snickered.
It was quiet for a minute as Pablo did a little more thinking. "I didn't
see that coming." He sighed, "I mean, you being gay and all." He edged
closer and rested his head against Cole's shoulder. "But we'll always be
friends, no matter what," he whispered.
Cole put his head down and hid his face, unable to hold back a soft sob of
relief. He didn't want Pablo to see his tears.
* * * *
The buzzer sounded and the locks on the cell doors were pulled
back. "Another day," Brandon said to himself as he rolled out of bed. He
grabbed his stuff and headed for the showers. He wasn't too surprised to
find Conner was already there. Lately, Conner seemed to be the first one
there each morning, and he lingered until he was practically the last one
out. Brandon noticed that Conner eyed up each kid as they walked in.
"What the fuck you looking at?" Donaldson barked when Conner had stared a
little too long.
"He's checking out your junk," Jacoby laughed while soaping up his dick and
balls.
Donaldson gave Brandon a look, "You better keep your bitch in line, or I'm
gonna break some teeth."
Conner gave Brandon a worried look.
"Little faggot loves dick," Brandon shrugged, "he doesn't mean anything by
it."
Donaldson turned his back to Conner and rinsed. "Well, tell the little shit
to mind his own business," he mumbled, "or I'll give the mother fucker
something to think about."
Conner moved closer to Brandon.
Donaldson finished up and gave both guys a hard look as he walked away.
Brandon relaxed.
Conner took a bar of soap and started washing himself. He soaped his arms,
pits, chest, dick, and balls. Then he started on his legs and ass.
Brandon looked over, Conner smiled and then silently mouthed the words,
"Fuck me," as he ran his hand up and down his ass crack.
Brandon shook his head `no', it was pretty rare for him to be horny first
thing in the morning, he liked afternoons and evenings better.
Conner gave him a disappointed look.
Brandon thought that was the end of it, until Conner playfully glanced at a
small group of boys that had just stepped under the adjoining spray. He
looked back at Brandon and smiled.
"The little slut," Brandon chuckled to himself.
Conner wouldn't let it go. He gave Brandon a pleading look and mouthed the
word `please?'
Brandon gave in. "My bitch is itching for some cock," he sighed, with a
glance toward the other guys. "Anybody need a fuck?"
The boys looked at one another. A tall, slim kid shrugged, "Yeah, I'd be up
for it," he tugged at his dick. Seconds later he was hard.
"Almost an eight incher," Brandon noted. He guessed Conner would love it.
"None for me," a second kid stuck his face under the water, "but if you
give me a rain check, I'll do him some other time."
Brandon agreed.
"Can I have sloppy seconds?" the last kid blushed.
Brandon looked at Conner. "Sure, why not?"
The kid smiled and started working himself up.
The tall kid stepped over as Conner soaped up his hand. He slowly stroked
the kid's dick making sure the head was especially slippery. Then he soaped
up his crack and turned to face the wall.
The kid edged closer and stuck his finger between Conner's cheeks, found
the hole, and pushed inside. Conner turned his face, rested it against the
wall, and stuck his ass out.
"That feels nice," Conner moaned softly.
Brandon watched as the tall kid then pulled his finger out and fisted his
cock. He rubbed it between Brandon's ass cheeks and positioned the fat knob
against the kid's hole. When he pushed, Conner winced. There seemed to be a
stalemate as the kid's cock struggled to get passed the entrance. Conner
closed his eyes, grunted, and stuck his ass out further. Slowly the fat
thing pushed past the ring, and made its way inside.
"Fuck, he's tight!" The tall kid groaned when he was finally balls deep and
his pubes were resting against Conner's cheeks. He pulled back and started
to slowly deep dick him.
"Give him a good ride," Brandon said over his shoulder as he reached for a
towel. "He never seems to get enough." He sighed.
The second kid was anxiously waiting for his turn.
Conner grunted as the sound of fucking echoed against the tile walls.
* * * *
"I'm not going to talk about Cole," Tony said firmly before he even sat
down.
Ms. Rowley smiled. "Okay, we can talk about something else then."
Tony crossed his arms, sat back, and stuck his legs out.
"Last time we talked, I think we both agreed you're something of a leader
around here."
Tony shrugged.
"That's a fine quality."
Tony wasn't particularly interested in this topic either.
"You're intelligent, resourceful, and I might even say, daring."
"Yeah, look where that got me!"
Ms. Rowley looked down, trying to hide her smile. "You still have a chance
to turn things around. I know you're deeply disappointed that Cole's not
here, but don't use that as an excuse to mess up again."
Tony crossed his legs at the ankle.
"What I'm saying is, when you get out of here, you still have a future."
"Doing what? Robbing liquor stores?"
"No, doing something with your life."
"What's there to do?"
"Go to school, get a job, become a productive member of society."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Tony had heard this all before from Mike.
Ms. Rowley paused, "You're not buying any of this, are you?"
"You're just a stand in for Mike. Three months from now you'll be gone and
Mike will be sitting there, and I'll still be sitting here."
"Like I said, you're pretty smart." Ms. Rowley smiled.
The two looked at one another for a long moment.
"When I'm not filling in for people like Mike, I do charity work with a
local housing program. We have three teams of six people that go out to the
homes of low income folks and make repairs. We help fix roofs, paint, lay
linoleum, things like that."
"So?"
"So, sometimes we take on somebody like you, and teach them a trade."
Tony gave the woman a skeptical look.
"What do you think you'd do with a chance like that?"
Tony grew quiet. He looked at the floor and shuffled in his seat.
"You're a born leader. I could see you heading up one of those crews some
day."
Tony gave her a curious look.
"Well, we'll talk some more next week."
Tony nodded in agreement and started to stand.
She motioned for him to resume his seat. "I know you said you didn't want
to talk about Cole. I just wondered if you'd written him a letter. I bet
he's hoping to get one."
"He can get mail?" Tony whispered.
"Twice a week."
"I didn't know that." Tony's eyes grew moist. "How could he have not known
that?" he wondered, it had gone right passed him. He gave the counselor a
pleading look, suddenly wanting to leave.
"Want to call it a day? You can have a few minutes to yourself."
"Yeah, that'd be great," Tony said, barely keeping the tears
back. "Thanks."
Ms. Rowley closed Tony's file. "Let me know if you need anything."
Tony got up and headed for the door, he stopped, and turned back. "Would I
need a stamp?"
Ms. Rowley shook her head. "No, if you give it to me, I'll make sure he
gets it."
* * * *
By noon the next day, the sky was growing dark. Cole and Pablo were side by
side in the line planting the second truckload of trees.
"Looks like a storm," Cole said as the clouds gathered.
"Just what we need," Pablo groaned as he stood up and arched his back,
apparently trying to work out a kink.
Lunch was hurried: ham sandwiches, chips, and carrot sticks all washed down
with lemonade.
By four that afternoon, thunder could be heard in the distance.
"Back to camp," Mike ordered within seconds of seeing a flash of lightning
on the horizon.
The boys didn't need to be told twice; they hurried back and were only too
glad to get in their tents.
Mike made the rounds, making sure everything was secure. He reminded the
guys to check that their ground cloths were properly laid so their stuff
wouldn't get wet.
There was more thunder, then the sound of rain. The wind picked up and the
rain grew heavier. Within a half hour it was raging.
"What if a tree falls on us?" Pablo was shaking from the damp air, the
sudden drop in temperature, and the scary sounds of the wind.
"We'll get squished like bugs!" Cole laughed.
Pablo shot Cole a perturbed look. "Yeah, yeah, make jokes. Just
wait...you'll be the first one yelling for help if one does land on us."
Cole shook his head and smiled. Pablo had never liked storms. One time,
when they were young, Cole had come to visit. He'd found Pablo hiding under
his bed, a blanket pulled over his head.
As the wind picked up Pablo grew more anxious.
Cole looked over and Pablo knew he must be able to see the fear in his
eyes.
"Want some company?" Cole finally asked as Pablo trembled in his sleeping
bag.
"Yeah, I mean, if you want to," Pablo whispered.
Cole crawled over and Pablo unzipped his sleeping bag and made room for
Cole. Neither boy was very big, so the two managed to fit in without much
trouble.
Pablo turned onto his side to face Cole. He put an arm over Cole and
cuddled him closer.
"This doesn't mean anything," Pablo hurried to say, "Besides, you said you
didn't like twinks, right?"
Cole smiled. "Don't worry." Pablo seemed to relax. "It feels good though,"
Cole said tenderly.
Pablo agreed.
The two looked into one another's eyes as the wind continued to howl, the
rain poured, and the thunder cracked. The tent shuddered with each new
gust. But, inside the sleeping bag, it was warm and cozy. Perhaps fifteen
minutes went by with both boys comfortable in each other's arms. Pablo had
finally stopped trembling.
If asked, Pablo couldn't have explained why he did it. It happened suddenly
and without thought. One minute he was staring at Cole, and the next, well,
the next minute his lips were against Cole's in a kiss.
Almost as quickly as it happened, it was over. Pablo saw the surprised look
on Cole's face, and instantly felt remorse.
"Oh, fuck. I'm sorry," Pablo stammered. "I don't know why I did that."
A tender smile crept over Cole's face. He reached his fingers up and ever
so softly pushed a lock of hair away from Pablo's eyes. "Don't worry about
it, it was nice."
Pablo still seemed worried.
Cole touched his cheek. "Want to do it again?" he whispered.
Pablo looked at his best friend in the world and knew what the answer would
be. Ever so slowly he leaned closer, and Cole wrapped his arms around
him. The second kiss was better than the first.
* * * *
Cole pulled Pablo closer and snuggled his head into the curve of Pablo's
neck. He gave him a gentle kiss just below the ear.
Pablo whimpered softly and pushed against Cole, rubbing his crotch against
the bulge forming in Cole's jeans.
Cole thought about what they were doing. It felt natural, right, and oh so
good. But another part of him knew that this was very different from when
he was with Tony. When Cole was in Tony's strong arms, he felt he was the
one being protected. Now he was the one comforting Pablo.
Pablo moved slightly and kissed Cole on the cheek, lightly stroking his
face.
Cole thought back to a couple of parties he had gone to with Pablo and how
they had each picked up girls. The rest of the night was spent in some
corner making out and feeling each other up. It was just teen stuff, it
didn't mean anything. This felt a little bit like that.
Cole moved his head so he could look into Pablo's eyes. "You okay?" he
whispered.
Pablo nodded.
"We can stop?" Cole offered.
Pablo gently rubbed his dick against Cole's.
Cole leaned closer and they kissed again.
It was Pablo that eventually wanted more. While Cole was content to kiss
and cuddle, Pablo softly took Cole's hand and pushed it down between his
legs.
Cole groped the bulging lump in Pablo's jeans. Pablo moaned softly. Cole
rubbed him firmly for another minute and then stopped. He eased Pablo to
his back and using both hands popped the top button in his jeans and pulled
the flaps apart.
When he offered another kiss, Cole slipped his hand under the waistband of
Pablo's briefs and reached for him.
"Mmmm," Pablo whimpered, raising his hips up.
Cole felt the slim rod push through his fingers as Pablo eagerly offered it
to him. Pablo was circumcised, and his cock head was already leaking a few
drops of juice. Cole stroked the five and half inches of boy that was
standing straight up and crying out for attention. Pablo thrust again as
Cole felt him up.
Cole swirled his tongue into Pablo's mouth, their kisses grew more fervent,
and Pablo become more excited. The boy urgently pushed his dick in and out
of Cole's hand. Cole knew it wouldn't be long. A few more thrusts, a grunt,
and Pablo arched his back.
"Oh, oh," Pablo moaned as his cock jerked and a small fountain erupted in
Cole's hand.
Cole continued to stroke as Pablo's dick pumped out several waves of warm,
gooey, boy stuff. A few seconds later, Pablo took in a deep breath, and
started calming down. Cole smiled, and softly wiped the mess off his
fingers in Pablo's crotch hair.
Cole gave his friend a soft kiss. "Feel better?"
Pablo nodded.
"Cool," Cole smiled again.
Pablo blushed. "What about you?"
Cole sat back. "Want to watch me jerk off?" he giggled.
Pablo grinned.
Cole lay back, popped the button on his jeans and scooted them down to his
ass. He wrapped his hand around his dick and closed his eyes. He thought
about Tony. A few minutes later, and he was there. Just as he felt his cum
rising, Pablo's lips touched his. Pablo's tongue was all it took to put him
over the top; it felt exactly like Tony's. Cole grunted, and happily
emptied his nuts. Four hard squirts flew into the air. He imagined pumping
them deep into Tony's mouth.
* * * *
Tony saw the flash of lightning through the recreation room windows. The
small rectangles of glass were high on the wall and secured by bars. A clap
of thunder boomed through the room a few seconds later. Moments later the
wind drove sheets of rain against the panes. Tony thought about Cole. Was
he okay? Or was he outside in that stuff?
Back in his cell, Tony lay face down on his bunk. He rested his notebook on
top of a school book, using it as a writing surface. He must have started
the letter to Cole at least six times. Each time he ripped the page out of
the notebook, crumpled it into a ball and tossed it on the floor.
Tony chewed on the end of the pencil as he struggled to find the right
words. Slowly the thoughts formed.
"Dear Cole,
"I can't believe how much I miss you. I feel so alone. The only reason I
even try anymore is because I hope that some day I can get out of here and
find you."
Tony felt the tears coming. He wiped his eyes.
"You'll never guess what happened to Brandon," Tony smiled, "never in a
million years!"
* * * *
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for all your help. Jon